Liraz Hot Quotes

#1. God, you're so hot," he groaned, pushing his hips up to shove his cock hard into Zane. Zane #Quote by Abigail Roux

#2. She hadn't known that the ability to make pancakes from scratch made a man brutally hot. Now she did. #Quote by Suenammi Richards

#3. I don't ever want to be doing the same sort of thing, I never want to be typecast, because I have way too much to give to be sort of, to always be the hot chick in the movie. #Quote by Elisha Cuthbert

#4. Had Kurt Cobain not committed suicide in 1994, would his genius have survived the continuous incisions of a media that was only too proud of its ability to chisel away at his fragile psyche in the years before he decided that he'd had enough off their invasions? And, had Jimi Hendrix not passed way in 1970, would he, too have eventually fallen into decline, first equalled, then eclipsed by the brilliant wave of new guitarists: Robin Trower, Ritchie Blackmore, Mick Ronson, who emerged during the early 1970s? In death, Hendrix led by example: in life he could have been left for the dead. #Quote by Dave Thompson

#5. Fletch is back from Austin, and turns out what sounded great on paper didn't match up to reality. He says its so hot down there, I'd spontaneously combust the second I stepped off the plane. Plus with humidity turning the air as thick as oatmeal, my hair would always be a disaster. So, Austin's out. #Quote by Jen Lancaster

#6. It needs to be said. I didn't have the strongest stomach. I wasn't the type of guy who could hold your hair while you puked and not be affected. Did that make me the worst possible boyfriend ever? Maybe. It's entirely possible I'd throw you a towel and run out of the room gagging. I know it's romantic to women - oh, my gosh, he's so sweet he held my hair while I puked up last night's hot dog and enough rum and Diet Coke to kill Captain Jack Sparrow! Seriously? What do you women read? How the hell is that romantic? Give me one reason. One. Just one. I don't even need three. Oh, wow, silence, big shock. You wanna know why? Because it's gross. Because if I had long hair and I were leaning over the toilet, God, you would not, ever, in your right mind waltz into the bathroom, put it in a ponytail, rub my back, wipe my mouth, and think, Wow, I really love this guy, oh, look a cracker! #Quote by Rachel Van Dyken

#7. His mouth felt like everything I envisioned heaven and hell must feel like: warm and welcoming, hot and seductive. #Quote by Claire Contreras

#8. The voice boomed from the Throne. "One more goodbye."
Together, Luce and Daniel turned to acknowledge the Throne, but the second their eyes fell upon it, the stately figure of the woman blazed into white-hot glory, and they had to shield their eyes.
The Throne was indiscernible again, a gathering of light too brilliant to be gazed upon by angels.
"Hey, guys." Arriane sniffed. "I think she meant for you two to say goodbye to each other."
"Oh," Luce said, turning to Daniel, suddenly panicked. "Right now? We have to-"
He took her hand. His wings brushed hers. He kissed the centers of her cheeks.
"I'm afraid," she whispered.
"What did I tell you?"
She sifted through the million exchanges she and Daniel had ever shared-the good, the sad, the ugly. One rose above the clouds of her mind.
She was shaking. "That you will always find me."
"Yes. Always. No matter what."
"Daniel-"
"I can't wait to make you the love of my mortal life."
"But you won't know me. You won't remember. Everything will be different."
He wiped away her tear with his thumb. "And you think that will stop me?"
She closed her eyes. "I love you too much to say goodbye."
"It isn't goodbye." He gave her one last angelic kiss and embraced her so tightly she could hear his steady heartbeat, overlapping her own. "It's until we meet again. #Quote by Lauren Kate

#9. So, we had a good time together?"
"We had a VERY good time together."
GOD. They'd fucked like bunnies, hadn't they? #Quote by Amy Andrews

#10. Rambert also spent a certain amount of time at the railroad station. No one was allowed on the platforms. But the waiting-rooms, which could be entered from outside, remained open and, being cool and dark, were often patronized by beggars on very hot days. Rambert spent much time studying the timetables, reading the prohibitions against spitting, and the passengers' regulations. After that he sat down in a corner. An old cast-iron stove, which had been stone-cold for months, rose like a sort of landmark in the middle of the room, surrounded by figure-of-eight patterns on the floor, the traceries of long-past sprinklings. Posters on the walls gaily invited tourists to a carefree holiday at Cannes or Bandol. And in his corner Rambert savored that bitter sense of freedom which comes of total deprivation. #Quote by Albert Camus

#11. Early morning was enveloped in white mist. It clung to tree and bush like a gossamer shawl, sparkling with dewdrops in the promise of a hot sunny day ahead. #Quote by Brian Jacques

#12. A nice note, Addy? You're calling the best orgasms we've ever had nice?"
She canted her head, wryness in the motion. "Speak for yourself, Callaghan. #Quote by Kate Meader

#13. The spicier the food, the spicier the love. #Quote by Anthony T. Hincks

#14. I guess I haven't made it clear how I feel about Charlotte. Well, she puts my heart in a microwave and watches as it warms up and explodes. When I'm around her, my blood runs hot and thick. It's beautiful.
You could say there's nothing special about her. You could make the case.
But, really, she's special because nobody else can do the microwave thing. #Quote by Hannah Moskowitz

#15. Curran was looking at her. Not in the same way he looked at me, but he was looking. An odd feeling flared in me, hot and angry, prickling my throat from the inside with hot sharp needles, and I realized it was jealousy. I guess there was a first time for everything. "Have you seen my father?" Lorelei asked. "How is he?" "I saw him last year," Curran said. "He's the same as always: tough and ornery." I came to stand next to him. Lorelei raised her eyebrows. Her eyes widened, and a sheen of pale green rolled over her irises. "You must be the human Consort." Yes, that's me, the human invalid. "My name is Kate." "Kate," she repeated, as if tasting the word. "It is an honor to meet you." Curran was smiling at her, that handsome hot smile that usually made my day better. Pushing Lorelei into the ocean wouldn't be diplomatic, even if I really wanted to do it. "Likewise. #Quote by Ilona Andrews

#16. I don't understand women at all.
Like how a women can pour boiling hot wax onto their upper thigh, then rip the hair out by the root ... and still be afraid of a spider. #Quote by Jerry Seinfeld

#17. The ANZACs, clinging lost and leaderless to the hillsides, began, as the hot afternoon gave way to grey drizzle, to experience their martyrdom. #Quote by John Keegan

#18. Youth is in a grand flush, like the hot days of ending summer; and pleasant dreams thrall your spirit, like the smoky atmosphere that bathes the landscape of an August day. #Quote by Donald G. Mitchell

#19. Yeah, he is. It's not that I thought it would ruin our friendship or anything. It was just the initial reaction that scared me. I knew he'd be okay with it eventually."
"How did he react?"
He chuckled. "He asked if I thought gay dudes would think he was hot. I told him yes and he high-fived me. That was that. #Quote by Jay McLean

#20. I saw you laughing with your friends, and your smile sucked me right in. #Quote by Julie James

#21. I love suits, but onstage it's too hot. So, I like a nice T-shirt! #Quote by Tiesto

#22. It doesn't get much more forbidden than hot, tight step-daughter pussy. #Quote by Vincent Drake

#23. Trying to tell an authentic, raw and honest story without making it therapy. Separating myself enough to have perspective while putting myself in the emotional hot seat so that I could make this thing real. Asking for help. Delegating responsibility. Standing up for myself. Fighting the impulse to be sweet and likeable 24/7. Being open to all ideas, but staying true to the spine of the story. Knowing when to let go and when to hold on and fight like hell. Getting out of my own way. Shall I go on? #Quote by Jessie Kahnweiler

#24. For the law is not jurisprudence, not a weighty tome full of articles, not philosophical treatises, not peevish nonsense about justice, not hackneyed platitudes about morality and ethics. The law means safe paths and highways. It means backstreets one can walk along even after sundown. It means inns and taverns one can leave to visit the privy, leaving one's purse on the table and one's wife beside it. The law is the sleep of people certain they'll be woken by the crowing of the rooster and not the crashing of burning roof timbers! And for those who break the law; the noose, the axe, the stake and the red-hot iron! Punishments which deter others. #Quote by Andrzej Sapkowski

#25. After that, they got hot dogs at a frankfurter stand and walked down the wharf. At Ye Olde Curiosity Shoppe they saw shrunken heads and Egyptian mummies and cheap souvenirs. (Meg didn't point out the eight-foot-long petrified whale penis that hung suspended from the ceiling; she could just imagine what Ali would tell her friends.) #Quote by Kristin Hannah

#26. Done. I have a date. Well, hot damn! #Quote by Fern Michaels

#27. Something hot rolled over in my stomach. It felt like uneasiness that maybe shared a condo wall with terror. And maybe arousal lived a couple of doors down. #Quote by Eli Easton

#28. I love a good goatee. I'm actually obsessed with goatees. I do like my men smooth, though. I like him to smell really good, so a great cologne is always hot. #Quote by Tia Mowry

#29. salivating wolf was in hot pursuit of Lizzie Hearts, who kept shouting, "Off with its head! Off with its head!" "I'll help you!" Hunter rushed toward Lizzie Hearts, pausing first to rip off his shirt, place his fists on his hips, and strike a bold pose. Out of nowhere, trumpets played a heroic fanfare. "Oh!" Cupid said in surprise. The winged, pink-haired girl had transferred to the school just that year. "I didn't realize there would be so much trumpeting and tearing of shirts at Ever After High." "Hunter does that," Raven whispered to Cupid. "The shirt thing. We're not really sure why. #Quote by Shannon Hale

#30. Oh, it's soo hard being famous! I can't date anybody because everybody just wants my hot body and my Twilight millions! #Quote by Taylor Lautner

#31. Hi." Sarah says and lifts her hand to wiggle her fingers. She's grinning, the goofy grin of a woman on some serious painkillers. "Aww, you came to see me."

I can't move yet. I'm paralyzed with overwhelming relief and love and fear.

"They said you were shot."

"Well, I was grazed, really," Sarah says with a giggle. "It's just a flesh wound."

"Whatever, Monty Python."

I'm left with the woman of my dreams. And she's whole and healthy and she's going to be okay.

"Hi there, handsome," she says with that goofy smile.

"Hi." I sit on the bed at her hip and drag my fingers down her flawless cheek. "You just took about ten years off my life."

"It's only a flesh wound," she says again in that horrible British accent, making me smile at her.

"God, baby," I inhale deeply and bury my face in her neck, breathing her in. "God, if it had been two inches to the right - "

"I know," she assures me and plunges her fingers in my hair, holding on tight. "I know. But it wasn't. And I'm okay."

She shifts on the bed and hisses in pain.

"But it burns like a mother ducker."

I pull back and grin. "Ducker?"

"Auto correct of the mouth. I have to have it turned on because I have a five-year-old." She smirks. "You're hot."

"You're drunk."

"Really good drugs for this flesh wound."

"Your British accent is horrible."

#Quote by Kristen Proby

#32. You don't have to lie to me to be nice, Jake. You can just say, 'Wow, your nails look crappy.'" I did my best boy voice.
"Well, I will tell you that's a crappy imitation of my voice." He smiled so wide I could see his eyetooth from across the table. "But you've got to know you're totally hot, chipped nails and all." He burned beet red all the way to the roots of his hair. "Man, you get me to say some embarrassing stuff, Brenna." He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck.
"Hey, don't blame me when you feel moved to make strange declarations. #Quote by Liz Reinhardt

#33. Sometimes after an hour of apathy, my strange and beautiful companion would take my hand and hold it with a fond pressure, renewed again and again; blushing softly, gazing in my face with languid and burning eyes, and breathing so fast that her dress rose and fell with the tumultuous respiration. It was like the ardor of a lover; it embarrassed me; it was hateful and yet over-powering; and with gloating eyes she drew me to her, and her hot lips traveled along my cheek in kisses; and she would whisper, almost in sobs, "You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one for ever." Then she had thrown herself back in her chair, with her small hands over her eyes, leaving me trembling. #Quote by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

#34. In public, you're Joss Butler. Cool, self-possessed. In bed, you're Jocelyn Butler - you're hot, babe. Uncontrolled. Needy. Sweet," he breathed. "I like that I know that. I don't like the fact that other men do too. #Quote by Samantha Young

#35. On the Gulf side of these islands you may observe that the trees - where there are any trees - all bend away from the sea; and, even of bright, hot days when the wind sleeps, there is something grotesquely pathetic in their look of agonized terror. A group of oaks ... I remember as especially suggestive: five stooping silhouettes in line against the horizon, like fleeing women with streaming garments and wind-blown hair, - bowing grievously and thrusting out arms desperately northward as to save themselves from falling. And they are being pursued indeed; - for the sea is devouring the land. #Quote by Lafcadio Hearn

#36. Ever tried putting a caramel candy in a cup of hot tea? It's excellent! Not only does it give a little different taste to the tea, but it takes the place of the sugar and cream which you ordinarily add. #Quote by Heloise

#37. It didn't escape Blue that his slightly accented voice was as nice as his looks. It was all Henrietta sunset: hot front-porch swings and cold iced-tea glasses, cicadas louder than your thoughts. #Quote by Maggie Stiefvater

#38. Trying to be hot, but looking not #Quote by Akanksha Sharma

#39. I was a timid child. For all that, I am sure I was also obstinate, as children are. I am sure that Mother spoiled me too, but I cannot believe I was particularly difficult to manage; I cannot believe that a kindly word, a quiet taking by the hand, a friendly look, could not have got me to do anything that was wanted of me. Now you are, after all, basically a charitable and kindhearted person (what follows will not be in contradiction to this, I am speaking only of the impression you made on the child), but not every child has the endurance and fearlessness to go on searching until it comes to the kindliness that lies beneath the surface. You can treat a child only in the way you yourself are constituted, with vigor, noise, and hot temper, and in this case such behavior seemed to you to be also most appropriate because you wanted to bring me up to be a strong, brave boy. #Quote by Franz Kafka

#40. Above her like this, he was a warrior god, hot and hard, demanding complete submission. #Quote by Danielle Monsch

#41. He climbed out of the car, feeling stiff and awkward with that hot heavy weight between his legs, that miserable unsatisfied ball of need. Better play it cool, though; if Jonathan knew how bad off he was, the teasing would last for hours. Sadists smelled desperation as surely as sharks scented blood in the water. And Jonathan was very much at the top of his particular food chain. #Quote by Rachel Haimowitz

#42. I know sometimes you feel less than human
more like an unknown planet no one cares about
more like hot guilt
more like a catalog of trauma
mary, stop trying to die.
there is nothing better
than looking into the mirror
to discover infinite doors.
to witness your own bloom.
you are the best version of this story.
we're all waiting for you #Quote by Mary Lambert